ABDL related stories
ABDL, which stands for Adult Baby/Diaper Lover, is a community that embraces a unique lifestyle centered around the comfort and nostalgia of infancy and early childhood. Within this community, crying holds a multifaceted significance, serving as both a form of emotional release and a deeply intimate expression of vulnerability.
For many individuals within the ABDL community, the act of crying while engaging in age regression activities can be a cathartic experience, allowing them to tap into a space of emotional authenticity and connect with their inner child on a profound level.
The tears shed during these moments symbolize a release of pent-up emotions, providing a sense of relief and renewal. Moreover, crying in the context of ABDL play can foster a deep sense of trust and intimacy between partners, as it often signifies a willingness to be emotionally open and transparent with one another.
In this way, tears become not just a physical manifestation of emotion, but also a language through which individuals within the ABDL community communicate their deepest desires, fears, and vulnerabilities, forging bonds that transcend societal norms and embrace the beauty of human connection in all its forms.
19 In Diapers I am a nineteen-year-old girl. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and stand five foot five inches and weigh just about 100 pounds. For the past several months Mom has been getting on my case, saying that all I do is loaf around and leech off of her and Dad. She keeps … Read more
19 Going On 2 Years Old When Billy was 18, he started partying, drinking, and sometimes doing drugs. When his mother found out about his actions, she just grounded him. Then there was this one day where Billy decided to play a prank on his own mother! He was going to put a laxative in … Read more
Swipe and Wipe My first mistake was ever downloading that damn hook-up app. Second, using a photo from the internet to represent myself as more “impressive” down below than I really am. Finally, and most direly: I shouldn’t have matched myself with a woman who promised to dominate. I thought that meant she’d take charge … Read more
Sissy Baby Bitch I removed my bra slowly, letting the straps fall off my shoulders, then finally revealing my breasts. The boy stood before me, as ordered, and stared. I looked down to see a bulge forming in his pants. Maybe he is a virgin – I thought to myself – most of my boys … Read more
She’s a Naughty Girl Lauren worked for a firm that wrote erotic stories for many people around the world. Last Friday she was asked to write an adult baby diaper story and for someone who can usually adapt herself to most niches, she just couldn’t get her head around this one. Her boss, frustrated at … Read more
The Secret Room 2 By morning I was wet and messy again, but thankfully Mom did not keep me waiting. She opened the hidden door, then came over and lowered the crib’s rail. “Clean yourself up, wash those diapers you’ve got on, and get to school.” That was all she said, then turned and left … Read more
Nurse James My mom warned me about paying the ticket, but I just forgot about it. Now here I was in handcuffs being marched into the county jail. They had showed up at the house early in the morning and took me straight from my bed and into custody. I was still in my pajamas, … Read more
Mommy’s Cute Bundle of Joy Cherry was getting a little fed up of having to wait hand and foot on her husband Pete. He was forever dropping his clothes on the floor, not wiping his feet when he entered after being outside in the snow or the mud. He was generally just plain lazy and … Read more
I’m the Babysitter I wasn’t expecting any company, so when the doorbell rang I was quite surprised. I looked through the peep-hole to see a young man in his late teens standing on the front porch. Feeling no threat from the small-framed man-boy I opened the door. “Yes?” “Hello Miss. Are you the babysitter?” The … Read more
Drugstore Baby 2 Chapter Five – A New Customer By three that afternoon I had wet and messed my diaper again and was pacing around the room – as much as my restraint would allow m too – not wanting to lay in my own mess. I had assumed my Aunt would not return until … Read more